Blissemas day 7 is here so pop over and check out Troy Lambert’s Blissemas post and the spot prize today from Smutters!
Now, onto the Sunday Snog acting this week as a Blissemas Bonus!
Today I’m taking a snog from A Blisse Chirstmas Collection and the story Snowed in at School.
Gary and Lucy, two teachers, are snowed in the school together on Christmas Eve. Gary tries to wade across the school playground to freedom but all that happens is he ends up wet and trouserless and Lucy has to work out some way to warm him up. Could this be the ideal opportunity for her to make her sexiest fantasies come true?
Her hands were so soft and gentle and their massaging did more than warm my toes. I felt the heat all through my body, and I mean everywhere. Her touch ignited my passion so much that I hoped she would not be able to see any tenting of her patchwork quilt around my crotch.
I did my best to stay silent, I really did, but her gentle touch just was too much pleasure to bear and I let out a moan of delight. She looked up and captured my gaze with her dark green eyes. I am sure I blushed, my cheeks burned with fear and embarrassment. I was so afraid that she’d drop my feet, take her heater and run away from me and my pervy moans.
She didn’t. She continued to massage the warmth back into my feet and looked directly at me as she did so. She asked if I felt warmer and I answered truthfully that yes I did, unable to pull away from her evergreen stare. Then she mentioned my legs and I said they were still a little cold. I thoroughly expected her to run off and find another blanket. When she suggested she could rub them too my dick swelled even further, and before sane thought could reign I told her that it would be nice.
Nice? It would be sweet, ecstatic torture. And it was. She’d only made it to the bottom of my calves when my erection was as full and hard as it ever would be. I moved my hands to my lap in an effort to shield my embarrassment.
Her fingers moved higher and I whimpered. Oh, I tried not to, I really did, but it just escaped and again her eyes met mine. Her hands stilled in their work and I held my breath. She just smiled, and moved her hands all the higher, pushing the blanket up to my knees.
Lucy concentrated her gaze on her hands and my calves once more and I gulped in air and tried not to panic. How high was she going to go? And as if she heard my thought, her touch moved higher still, clasping each leg just below the knee.
I looked down along her back —she had leant in close to me, reaching up to touch my knees— and my mind flashed back to my fantasies, where I had often dreamt of her kneeling before me but never imagined her fingers touching my legs. This moment of remembered fantastical blow job did nothing to ease my aching cock. And as her fingers reached my knees the panic really set in.
Not that you’d think it possible to panic with Bing Crosby crooning White Christmas in the background, the warmth of the heater, and the pleasant caresses of the woman of my dreams but oh no, I managed it. A full-blown, heart thumping panic. I didn’t know what to do.
“Oh,” Lucy’s voice broke into my growing hysteria. “I’m going to have to move, I’m getting a crick in my neck.” She moved back and put my feet onto the ground, where the cold wood instantly shocked me back to reality.
“Oh dear,” she continued. “Your feet will be cold again sitting on the floor, hang on a moment.” She reached for the buttons on the front of her top. “All this massaging has got me warm, you can rest your feet on this.”
Not once did I speak, I just watched as she slowly stripped off her thick, woollen cardigan and revealed a red top with a ‘v’ neck that afforded me a good view of her cleavage. So even though she was no longer touching me, I was as hard as ever and imagining slipping my dick between the two soft pillows of her breasts.
She laid the top on the floor and waved her hands indicating I should lift my feet, which I did. She wrapped the soft, body-warmed woollen around me then in a flurry of movement leant forward and rearranged herself onto her knees. All this movement made her boobs bob delightfully in the confines of her top and I had to bite my lip to hold myself back from groping her.
Next she reached out and lifted the patchwork quilt and folded it back over my knees.
“Just ’til I’m finished,” she explained, her breasts barely an inch from my knees and her face smiling up at me, “then I’ll wrap you back up again.”
I chuckled nervously, “Aren’t you meant to unwrap presents at Christmas?”
“Well, yes, usually.” Lucy giggled then she was massaging me again, rubbing up and down over my knees and making me panic as her touch crept up to the bottom of my thigh. I jerked my knees up in an instinctual movement to protect her from finding out what a sad pervert I was and she yelped and fell forward. Her breasts rested on my knees and her hands slid up my thighs in an effort to grab on and not fall over.
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Gasping, I reached out and grabbed her shoulders, very aware of her hands on my bare thighs and my erection, which was mere inches away from her touch. “You must have hit a tickly spot.”
“It’s okay.” She let out a long slow breath and lifted her head to look at me. However, I was bent forward with my hands on her arms and so we ended up virtually nose to nose, “I’m okay.”
I find it so difficult to explain what happened next. I’ve never been a particularly forward soul and I don’t know how my lips ended up on hers. I don’t remember either of us moving, but we did; we must have done because what followed was the most electric and arousing kiss of my life.
I forgot all about my embarrassment and panic and concentrated on the blissful pressure of her mouth on mine. It was a kiss I’d never forget, a kiss that would linger on my lips well into old age and fill my heart with passion every time I thought of it.
It started softly. I’m guessing the shock of impact scared us both at first. We froze as if we were kissing in Antarctic temperatures and our lips had stuck together. I could feel her chest rising and falling against my knees and my heart thudding painfully inside my breast. I waited for the slap, the yelp of alarm, but it never came. Her lips softened and I pulled my lips together and pressed them harder against hers and, joy of all joys, she responded in kind.
A Blisse Christmas Collection including Snowed in at School, Proving Santa Exists, Christmas Cake and 2 other short festive stories to keep you hot, hot, hot in the winter weather.